Mothers Don't Say Goodbye

Most have two. 
Some have none.
She had one. 

My lips were chapped from an unnatural cold. They stuck to her flesh as the morphine took hold. Her eyes were black as a year worth of dreams. 

The beast, 
it consumed her, 
with insatiable greed.
As she whimpered and cried, 
in silence, she screamed. 

With a drop of saliva, I gave birth to the end. 
The beginning was gone, and that was my sin. 
Clay is just clay, and flesh is just flesh. The milk is not sweeter when morning her death.The winter came early. She slept with my name. Pinned to her pillow, it rests in her grave.
Words like water, and water like blood. The forest is dead, 
drenched by the flood.  

Pillars of smoke held the demon's resolve. 
It had chosen the one that connected us all. 
With the cornerstone shattered and charred to the core, 
the arches collapsed and littered the floor. 

We all take a turn,
and rest by the stone, 
but never together.
We all kneel alone. 

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